Mark, because I’m dorky, I did some screen captures for you.
unless you like mannequins, trust me, photos mean nothing to anyone but Mark
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On writing
A writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man
has no dedication nor any membership in literature.
John Steinbeck
Photo: Houston, July 2007
A Photo for Mark
Rex Stetson
He works hard for the money
Gustave Flaubert
Our nephew, Sherman, who’s been helping paint his new home, knows how hard dogs work.
A little something for David
David pointed out that Hallmark doesn’t exactly make a card to suit his current needs. So I figured I’d make one for him.
David Puterbaugh tried to turn my unborn children into mutant rats
This morning I was going to have my coffee in this stunning mug that David Puterbaugh got for me when he was in Boston. He carefully wrapped it and brought it all the way to New Orleans to hand-deliver it to me. (It was one of two mugs he gave me, one of which I featured in an earlier post.)
And then…
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On writing
In any work that is truly creative, I believe,
the writer cannot be omniscient in advance about
the effects that he proposes to produce. The suspense of a novel
is not only in the reader, but in the novelist,
who is intensely curious about what will happen to the hero.
Mary McCarthy
Posting in my sleep
This week is kicking my butt. I have a feeling my butt is going to be kicked from now until December. As for getting that Christmas shopping finished early like I once thought I would… ha.
Tonight, I had the pleasure of being HUGELY entertained with a large crowd of other folks at Murder By the Book. My buddy and fellow author Dean James was there. Along with the Trailer Park Mysteries that Dean writes as Jimmie Ruth Evans, he’s started a new series, the Bridge Club Mysteries, which he’s writing as Honor Hartman. The debut novel is On the Slam.
Seeing Dean (who’s from my mother’s home state of Mississippi) at a signing is already like getting three witty, sharp-talking writers in one, but as an added treat, he was joined by another Mississippian (who now lives in my home state, Alabama), the fabulous Carolyn Haines. Carolyn is a prolific writer whose new novels include Fever Moon and Ham Bones. I got a couple of her books tonight, and if her writing is even half as entertaining as she is in person, I know I’m in for a treat.
As if these two writers weren’t enough, they had a third partner in crime, Mary Saums. Mary hails from North Alabama, near my father’s part of the state, so I was intrigued that she’s set a fictional town in that area in her new mystery (the first in a series) Thistle and Twigg.
I could listen to Southerners tell stories all night, and they threw in a bit of fun with some mystery trivia for prizes that had the crowd cracking up. By the time I left, I felt like I’d seen a good play. Their books are another of those treats that’ll be my reward for hard work when December rolls around–if I can resist them that long.
all photos behind the cut for the benefit of those using dial-up
It’s the craziest thing
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My confession
I swear that Timothy J. Lambert did not run amuck wielding an axe and a saw against the oleander. I believe my exact words to him were: “You’ve got (X) number of days to take out the oleander before HE gets back.” So yeah, I co-conspired.
Also, Tom can’t say he wasn’t warned. He was.
Sadly, I don’t have any new photos of a pretty rose to liven up this confession.
Oh, look! A lovely squirrel in the oleander when it was still alive!
Then again, I just remembered my life is filled with squirrel haters. Okay, JUST FOR YOU, a very poor-quality shot from the April 2001 archives when the brick was being laid just prior to the planting of the new grass. Note the much smaller oleander. Note the muscles. Note the gloves. He really does wear them when the job allows.
